Compassion out of Pain

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We were young when we met
innocent,
naïve

We knew nothing of pain,
of sorrow,
or grief

Our world was a playground
full of life
and joy

We used to play with dolls,
stuffed animals,
and toys

We were separated
in sixth grade
by teams

What then we thought tragic
is trivial
it seems



We were young when you got sick
eleven,
nearly twelve

They told me what happened
“brain tumor”
“cancer”

Those words I barely heard
I collapsed
I cried

I pulled out a smile,
said I was fine
but I lied

I wanted to be there
for you
always

But I just couldn’t
I was weak
I’m sorry

The world was once a playground
with swing sets
and slides

That day the playground was destroyed
The life I knew
was pushed aside

I screamed and cried out to God
Why my best friend?
Why her?



We were young the day you died
only sixteen
Too young

Five years – the battle was lost
You fought hard
but death won

I found out on MySpace
and blamed cancer
for its theft

My one relief was knowing
all your pain
had left

The Savior’s arms were there
wide open
for you

Still I trembled and cried
for the life
never pursued

This life I cannot fathom
Give me peace
Oh God



We are young now, as you
will always be
sixteen

For five years this burden
I struggled
to carry

Finally I lay it down
in God’s hands
for I am weary

I tried to run from God
I stumbled
to the ground

He picked me up and carried me
through the storm
in His arms

He forgave my rebellion,
misplaced blame,
and hurtful shove

I give praise to the Savior
who filled me up
with love

Now I take the pain I felt
and pour out
compassion

I open up my heart
to a world
full of ashes

For victims of cancer
I wish to help
as best I can

The way I never did
for you
my dearest friend

Oh Lord hear my prayer:
Pour out your love
through me

Help me be a light that shines
on you
for all the world to see




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Hi, dear. I really loved your poem so well. It's quite been long since i read a nice poem like this and i will love to continue reading such because it gives you an idea of the pain that people have to go through in life. But hey, God has poured out his love on us to turn our pains and sorrows into joy and compassion for every soul we met in life and this was just what your poem portrayed. I didn't find much errors as i was overshadowed with the emotion of the poem. But you must always remember to write your I's in capital letters. Wish you all the best in life. Just PM me on any of your post. Thank you, Stay strong.




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I really like all the emotion in this. I also like how you go back to the swings in this. It just makes it so much better.
My reality comes to a close as I once again realize that you don't love me, and even if I love you with my everything you will never care.





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hey this is dogs,

I really like your poem!!! i thought that it was great and it flows well, i understood it perfectly and i just liked it all around

Except that you lost my intrest because it just kept on going on and on. you might want to shorten it a bit. but if you like it that long, totally ignore me.

So keep up the good work and keep working!!! :D











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Thanks for the reviews everyone :D I appreciate your input
"To live is Christ; to die is gain." -Philippians 1:21




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I loved it, even though I've converted to agnosticism. It was an emotional raw poem and that's probably why it was so good. I didn't find anything wrong with it, so with that aspect in mind, it would be wrong of me to review it. Great job, luv2write!

P.S. You sound like a good Christian.
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